Once more a week has passed on the Writers Island and the ferry has put into dock yet again. The gangway trembles under the rushing feet of bloggers as they stampede to stake their patch of paradise.
What’s the hurry? As this week’s prompt says, relax and try some renewal.
Since the Island is getting more crowded every week, I decided to go into business for myself. After all, someone needs to provide provisions to all the hungry and thirsty writers. Not to mention pen and paper. There is no internet or electricity on Writers Island, just lots of long sandy beaches, tall shade trees with hammocks and plenty of places to work on that all over tan. So without further ado, welcome to the grand opening of
‘Get Down Dewy‘.
Once upon a blog, (that’s a mandatory introduction), there was a place where poets met every Thursday to swap prose. Like most meetings do it started small and gradually through the mysterious process of linkage, it became so popular that the blog itself was overrun. Upon the demise of Thursday’s meet and greet poetry slam, many fragments spun off and some were washed up on the shores of a distant and deserted island. One such splinter went by the name of Rob.
‘I hereby claim this land in the name of the Great Scribe, the Muse who created us all.’ Men tend to get all emotional over things and planting the flag of poetry in the fertile soil of the island was something that Rob really enjoyed. But, he decided to take it one step further and declare this new land to be something different. ‘This shall be henceforth know to all of blogworld as a peaceful oasis where writers of all styles and desires can ply their sacred craft. Come with me to the Writers Island.’
It didn’t take long before his bold cry was heeded and by their millions, desperate writers in search of linkage descended upon the Island. To stave off the ruination of such untrammeled beauty, access was restricted to twice weekly. Once on Saturday when the prompt was issued, (by various means, including air drops by gulls) and then on Tuesday when regular ferry runs commenced starting at midnight local time. Said linkage was deposited –in environmentally sound containers– and as more and more passengers were disgorged, they were invited to take back with them any linkage which caught their eyes.
So to all my fellow travelers to this idyllic place, I hereby offer you my services as the proprietor of ‘Get Down Dewy’. I stock every type of liquid refreshment along with light snacks and fresh fruit. Brand new this week, is the ultimate in thirst quenching libations. A tall, cold glass of Renewal. It hits the spot.
By Rose Dewy Knickers, October 7th, 2007